Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song)

Papa was a rollin' stone

But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

August 6 1981

I took my first breath

They said I smiled and cried till it was none left

I guess I knew what I was in for before hand

Miniature grown man

3rd of 3 sons

Big bird and squirt guns

Aunt tamey dressed up like a clown

When I turned 1

Scared the shit outta me but

Thanks for tryin'

Sittin' in my high chair

Throwin' cake and cryin'

I remember everything

Every single detail

Clingin' on to daddys leg

Like don't leave I'll be good

I promise

I'll do anything dad honest

But he had to go to work and bust his ass for them dollars

Now it all makes sense

Back then I wasn't havin' it

Obsessed with he man

So young and so adament

More concerned with castle grayskull than baseball

Then I learned if I worked a little I could have it all

All my friends got allowances

I had a paper route

And when no one was lookin' I threw the papers out

Got caught made dad furious

Said if you gonna do somethin do it right

That's what earnest it.

Papa was a rollin' stone

But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

Only I know that I can't do it alone.

Papa was a rollin' stone

Workin' hard while I'm home at alone

With some mcolly caulken shit

So be it

Little man had a plan

Followed through with it

But mom's was so inconsiderate

Illiterate nope

I read the dictionary daily

Gift of gab of rap

And set sail

And step mom brought the whip end of the stick

Nothin' new to me